pAbout Christopher Buckley, the late poet Peter Everwine writes, I don't think that I know of another poet who has such vertical range and depth' Buckley manages to have one foot in the physical muck and tenderness of the world and the other foot planted among the stars and galaxies of the universe. Buckley's newest collection, Pre-Eternity of the Worldem, is persistently the kind of poetry Everwine describes. In the title poem, Buckley describes pre-eternity as loads of quantum confetti ad infinitum . . . under the floorboards of time . . . . Go figure. ppbrppBut, is this a simple dismissal, or is the poet asking the reader to calculate the incalculable He asks, Did our parents fight WW II just so we could go to double features on Saturday, watch black and white television, or lie on a hill after school letting our imaginations run off with cloud formations That's about it. These sorts of questions, cynical as they might be, are surprising and liberating, and he writes of intell